Hello my peoples, an iambic greeting to you this fair morning as we slow down—you know you move too fast—for our Poetry Slow Down, I’m Dr. B, your professor Barbara Mossberg, with our West Coast producer Zappa as in Frank … Continue reading →

A consideration of what we consider news, and what’s at stake, for our own survival and for society at large. In which we take up the fate of earth and all life (including spiders—and you’ll be glad) (you truly will) … Continue reading →

Our show reviews a history of writing passionately about earth, with conscience and anguish and infinite belief in the reader to do act on behalf of earth, focusing on David Brower (Archdruid of John McPhee fame, and Sierra Club director) … Continue reading →

In which football is bandied about as a theme and metaphor (of course) of what poetry is all about: football is a handy lens which gets us philosophical and full of insight; in such illumination, Emily Dickinson comes to light … Continue reading →

We tell you on this show that we are all about the news at the top of the hour, the news without which men die miserably day, the news we need, the news we heed, the news inside the fast-breaking, … Continue reading →

Thoreau’s Lines A Tattoo (Temporary but Permanent on the Inside) (“put it on your bicep, Dr. B!)”, or a Whitman “flag of my disposition,” and what those words together mean in our times. A show of green sleuthing as we … Continue reading →

SO . . . HOW SHOULD WE BEGIN? YOUR TRUSTY DIY GUIDE TO A NEW YEAR, BEING NEW THE POETRY WAY. A Guideline to a New Year, the Poetry Way. Hello friends, who lend me your ears, we’re hear together … Continue reading →

As we ring in the new year, we think about the days when January wasn’t even a month, much less the herald and threshold of a new year, and how to get things started right, with cleaning, you heard me, … Continue reading →

Making an End: On Doing It Right: The Poetry Way WRAPPING IT UP: POETRY AS PRESENT, A GIFT IN OUR LIVES “WITHOUT WHICH MEN DIE MISERABLY EVERY DAY” (“To Asphodel, That Greeny Flower,” William Carlos Williams)—a wrap and rap of … Continue reading →

We slow down to remember not only Muir’s anguish for the Hetch Hetchy Valley which he tried to save, as much as he wrote about it, but the love of light, love of earth that animated him and made him … Continue reading →